I like to write I really do, at least
that's what I keep telling myself. I've always told myself that, that
I like to write, that I am a writer, but I want to be a writer then
why am I not a writer? That is the question. I've said 1 million
times, it seems, that a writer writes. Lori Brock, my friend writes
that she writes all the time. My friend Jerry is a real writer, a
much published writer, he writes all the time. It's something in them
– – something moves them to write daily. I write daily if this
blog counts as writing. My daily 500 words has inflated to 700
sometimes more. But it's hard, sometimes it's scary, I don't think I
will have something to say and that sort of spooks me. Many times low
when I don't have an idea I start out babbling, rambling and somehow
what I'm babbling and rambling about turns into a real post. In fact,
I was having those feelings tonight trying to figure out what I was
going to write about And then magically, when checking my emails I
see a message from my buddy Jerry – – the professional writer –
– who had lunch today with Lori, who I wrote about yesterday. I
knew they're going to have lunch and I figured I would come up in the
conversation somewhere but quite frankly was surprised to see a
message or Jerry. Wow!
We were the three writers group, I
really appreciated them letting me be part of that group, the heavy
hitters and I'm just a lightweight. Jerry wants to get the group
together again at least for lunch. I'm in favor of getting together
again. It's fun to be part of a group like this It's like little mini
secret society minus the handshakes and passwords. Jerry, the
frustrated educator, would like us to bring pieces of writing that we
been involved with. Lori will have no problem whatsoever bringing
something but me I'm another case entirely. I haven't written
anything specifically to write except for the blog and I don't think
the blog counts as creative writing. I'll have to dredge something up
from the past. I have been thinking of some items. Yesterday at lunch
I sort of got a crazed feeling about a play I've threatened the right
probably for decades now. I don't know how I would go about writing
such a play but it's one of those things which keeps nudging me to
bring it to fruition. I cannot remember if I was at Barnes &
Noble, the library or some other place where creative things happen
and they came upon a book which was designed to stimulate the reader
into writing different items in their history. It was kind of an
ingenious idea each page starts out with a partially written
statement that the person reading then has to finish by handwriting
on the lines for the rest of the document. Like “My first job was…”
But this is a whole book of such such quotes and really if someone
really filled out the book would come out with some sort of a
historical document and might have fun writing it..Of course I
purchased the book and brought it home but cannot find it anywhere in
the apartment. It's got a be here I'm sure nobody else on earth would
want to steal it. I liked it because it encouraged the reader to
handwrite the information. For some reason that felt right to me.
Jerry wants to meet the first week of
June. That gives me a couple weeks to throw something out. I have the
time now so I have no excuse maybe, just maybe this will get that
elusive book out of me.
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